My
best friend Michael told me to shut up…Being the person I am, I
replied haughtily, "Make me." What happened after that was the
weirdest thing ever.

The
day started off like normal, getting ready for that prison called
school, long ride there stuck with my little brother; us fighting the
whole time. It was entirely normal. School went by slowly; I was
practically dragging myself to each class. At lunch I was zoned
out…as usual, iPod earphones in, blaring some band I couldn't
remember the name out. Then the day ended with me walking to my best
friend Michael's car.

That
was my life, day in and day out. I tapped my foot impatiently waiting
for Michael. He was always late. Couldn't he understand that we
needed to get to the show early? I had to get a spot at the rail so I
could see my favorite band, Escape the Fate!

A
hand dropped onto my shoulder and I yelped. "Boo," Michael said.

I
learned against his car and drew in a deep breath. "Michael! Don't
do that!"

He
smirked and unlocked the car, strolling to his side of it. "Do
what?"

I
flopped into the car, pulling my feet up onto the seat. "Why are
you so mean to me?"

"Love,
Ashley. It's love."

I
scoffed and Michael started his car…I didn't know what type, just
that it was loud and fat. We took off toward the local venue, armed
with our line jump passes. It was quite funny really to see the looks
on people's faces as we walked up by them to get into the venue.

When
we got in there I went ahead toward the band stands and bought a
t-shirt before the crowds would flood it. Dragging a protesting
Michael off toward the stage I planted myself directly in front of
the mic.

Michael
was shaking his head sadly as he said, "You're pitiful!"

"Why
is that?"

Michael
took his place beside me behind the bars. "You have a hopeless
crush on the new lead guy, Craig."

"He's
hot, I won't deny that, but his vocals are amazing. They got a good
replacement for Ronnie."

Michael
bumped my shoulder and laughed as hundreds of people piled in behind
us. "Ready for this?"

I
let out a cheer. "Let's get this concert started!"

The
familiar sound of drums and guitars greet my ears. The lights dimmed
and flood lights hit the stage as Escape the Fate walked out.

Two
hours later, Michael and I walked out all sweaty, disoriented, and
barely able to hear. Falling into Michael's car wearily I let out a
holler. "Whoot! That was awesome!"

As
I rambled on about the show Michael finally said to me, "Shut up."

Shooting
him a glare I replied haughtily, "…Make me."

Reaching
a stop light Michael pulled me to him and gave me a rough, long kiss
that left both of us breathless when it was over. "Will you shut up
now?"

I
nodded slowly and looked out the window. "Yep."

We
rode on in silence until we go to my house. Michael said, "Um…we're
here, and uh…I really want to ask you something."

Learning
over the seat I gave Michael a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Hopping
out of the car I said, "Come over tomorrow since it will be
Saturday. For now though, just shut up."

Walking
into my house I heard Michael's last two words before he drove off.
"Make me."

Oh
boy, tomorrow was going to be fun…

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